Riddles

It can be grown in your yard or bought at the store and is given for love when less is more?

It can be in a hat, Or out of the bag. If you see it you’ll be smitten, ‘Cause it’s fluffy like a mitten.

It can be said: To be gold is to be good; To be stone is to be nothing; To be glass is to be fragile; To be cold is to be cruel; Unmetaphored, what am I?

It can be used onstage or to express admiration. What is it?

It can be white or blue or black, Humped or have a horn. And when it talks it sings its menuets, as it’s travelling the depths.

It can cause deflation of tires when dropped from the rear of spy cars.

It can make rain, but take away one leg and it’ll give you pain.

It can pierce the best armor and make swords crumble with a rub, yet for all its power It can’t harm a wooden club.

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.

It carries paper of the most important sort but also plastic, I’m glad to report. What is it?

It comes from crystal and melts to a treat. Add it to your tea to make it sweet. What is it?

It comes only before, It comes only after, Rises only in darkness, But rises only in light. It is always the same, But is yet always different. What am I?

It comes only before, it comes only after. Rises only in darkness, but rises only in light. It is always the same, but is yet always different.

It could make arrows fly and kites soar. What is it?